A bright flash of light, a tug at your stomach, and suddenly you are no longer…wherever you just were. You sit, having fallen unceremoniously onto your ass, within an odd circle of light which is slowly fading away. In front of you is a woman…no an elf. She wears a crown and flowing black robes which do nothing but aid your imagination to what she might look like underneath. Well then, hello there brave one. The elven woman says, her voice a low purr as she looks at you. My name is Sorcerer-Queen Vaelara, will you enter into a bond with me, hero? She says imperiously, oozing self confidence, seductive charm, and maybe a little fear.